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VII
fausto medina gets high
he’d never seen
snow
but as sombreros
on far mountains
he felt cold
velvet
find his cheeks
found
the wind to be
a different creature than
the one he’d known
the steam
of breath a paradox
he gulped
at thinness of the air
the pressure
banded
round his brow
turned
went down
the calling slope
back
to warm chippings
in his joiner’s shop